Chapter 215: Death is inevitable

The Holy King, who was sitting firmly on the main seat, stood up suddenly, as if there were stars falling and newborn between the opening and closing of his eyes, and there was still a warmth in the cold killing, and suddenly he walked down, looking at this scene in disbelief. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The eight hall masters became completely stupid, and the white-bearded old man and the three major protectors also became a little stunned, which was obviously due to the backlash of the soul, which caused this appearance.

Look at it again, Zhao Haochen, or look at Jianzi again, there is no trace of a puppet at all, but his eyes are full of agility, and he seems to be more powerful than before.

"How is it possible? failed?" the Saint King looked at Zhao Haochen in a daze.

The twelve people involved were all subjected to backlash, and it seemed that they were still very serious, and only two hall masters who were in charge of doping the materials were not harmed.

This......

The two hall masters were also very puzzled, the soul of the sword had not yet reached the level of indestructibility, and he was now just a high-level martial artist of the Hongyuan Realm, not to mention the martial artist of the Hongyuan Realm, even the martial artist of the Zeu Yuan Realm could not resist the soul power of the puppet of the Five Elements Bagua Array.

"How is this possible?" the two hall masters widened their eyes, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

"It failed, and the Five Elements Bagua Array was not refined into a puppet. Without a puppet made of a sword, how could it destroy the Sword Emperor's mind?" the Saint King looked at Zhao Haochen lying on the ground, full of doubts and puzzlement, "Then how to deal with this sword?

But the Holy King couldn't really kill Zhao Haochen, he still had to keep his sword to deal with the Sword Emperor. Once the Sword Emperor knew that the Sword Emperor was dead, they didn't dare to guarantee that the Sword Emperor would not break through the seal and kill them all in anger regardless of his life.

He knew that the Sword Emperor had such strength.

The Holy King's eyes were a little confused, but his doubtful eyes instantly regained clarity, and he had already made a decision.

"Holy King, what do you need to do with this sword?" the two hall masters asked cautiously.

The Saint King looked at the sword at this time, Zhao Haochen's body didn't have the slightest trauma, and he actually stood up slowly under the control of his own strength, but he still felt a little weak.

Zhao Haochen glanced at the people in the hall, and couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

"The strength of the two hall masters surpasses me, not to mention that there are also Saint Kings eyeing me by the side, and I am not their opponent at all!"

However, in order to cover up the fact that he was carrying a double soul, Zhao Haochen's eyes were cold, and he may not be happy, angry, or sad, but his heart was cold and cold, and there was a volcano that had been suppressed for many years hidden in his eyes, but it never erupted.

The sword's soul was scattered, which made him really heartbroken.

In the years of getting along with Jianzi, Zhao Haochen seems to have regarded Jianzi as a brother who shares weal and woe, the two control a body, it can also be said that they have a common goal, if there is no Jianzi, Zhao Haochen doesn't know how many times he has died.

Unspeakable pain in my heart.

"Saint King, I don't know what you did to me just now?" Zhao Haochen looked at the majestic Saint King coldly.

The Saint King smiled and said indifferently: "This king said that he would do it, but he was just to heal you. Then he turned to the two hall masters and said, "Take him back to prison and take care of him!"

"Yes!" replied the two hall masters.

The two hall masters stepped forward, without the slightest politeness to Zhao Haochen, and scolded him coldly: "Hurry up, do you want us to do it?"

Zhao Haochen spread his hands and made a helpless posture, the situation was pressing.

After Jian Zhao Haochen escorted him back to the prison, the green-robed protector walked in and asked the Holy King: "Holy King, that sword has not been refined into a puppet, and we have lost so many people, as for the sword, we must make a decision on how to deal with him, otherwise I am afraid that there will be endless troubles!"

Several hall masters who followed him also looked at the Holy King.

The sword is brilliant and gorgeous, but it is destined to become an enemy.

The Saint King's expression was indifferent, and he said lightly: "Pick off the meridians of his whole body, send him to the Lock God Tower, torture him every day, I just want to make the Sword Emperor's mind collapse." ”

The green-robed protector's heart trembled.

......

In prison.

"Boy, be honest, it's best not to play any tricks, you won't be able to get out here at all!" a hall master pushed Zhao Haochen in and warned coldly.

Another hall master said to the black-robed man next to the prison: "No one is allowed to open the prison door without the order of the Holy King!"

The black-clothed man who was hidden in the black robe just replied coldly, without superfluous words, and they couldn't see any emotion in their two open eyes, just as cold as ever.

Zhao Haochen was alone in prison, he secretly wanted to open the prison door, but he found that he couldn't open it no matter what, and the movement was a little louder, attracting the attention of the black-robed man, but unexpectedly, he only glanced at him coldly and did not stop his movements.

Since the cell door could not be opened, Zhao Haochen focused his energy on the wall.

Except for the prison door, all sides are made of stone, and there is not the slightest peculiarity to be seen.

The soft sword on his waist was not confiscated, and the soft sword was pulled out from his waist, and the loud sword roar echoed all around, and the cold murderous aura was incomprehensible.

It seemed that the black-robed man outside felt the power of this sword intent, moved his body, avoided the prison door, and stood beside the wall, but he still guarded the prison to the death.

"Oh!" Zhao Haochen swung his sword hard, slashing at Qingbi fiercely, and a crisp sound sounded, but he was surprised for a while, because he found that there was only one sword mark left on the wall, and nothing else.

"This ......" Zhao Haochen was puzzled, unbelievable, his soft sword destroyed gold and jade, coupled with his strong internal strength, it should be okay to cut and kill anything, but now it is ......

Dozens of swords have been seen, and there is still no flaw on the wall, but he surprisingly found that the soft sword is harder and sharper.

He hurriedly stepped forward, touching the walls of the prison, only to feel the chilling killing sword intent roaring in it.

Suddenly, his heart was like ashes.

He finally knew why the people outside let him toss in the prison and no one stopped him.

The entire prison is made of sword stones, and what can be cut open?

The sword stone is the strongest thing in the world, all of them are sword raisers, and the hardness can be called the first in the world.

Isn't that self, surely death!